Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life-Chapter 175: The Impossible Task

The Repair Hall perfectly resolved the "Trash Mountain" provocation half a day early. This resounding slap not only struck Manager Liu's face but also stirred up monstrous waves in the not-so-small pond that was the External Affairs Hall.

For a time, Bing Character Seven Courtyard became bustling with visitors.

Disciples from various peaks coming to collect repaired formation plates were no longer giving cold stares;their words carried a hint more respect. Even those stewards who usually looked down on everyone would cast a few extra glances toward the courtyard when passing by, their expressions complex.

That massive "data wall" became a unique sight within the External Affairs Hall.

The daily updated material consumption data turned all rumors about "wanton waste" into a complete joke.

However, Su Ming felt not the slightest bit of relaxation in his heart.

He knew deeply: a tree that stands out from the forest will be destroyed by the wind. The Repair Hall, this newly sprouted sapling, might appear glorious on the surface, but its roots were not yet firm. Any minor disturbance could uproot it entirely.

"Master, after Manager Liu, I'm afraid even bigger troubles await." In the dead of night, Su Ming communicated with Lin Yu in the meditation room.

"What's there to fear?" Lin Yu's soul thought materialized into a leisurely phantom, reclining on a beach chair and basking in non-existent sunlight. "If soldiers come, we'll deploy generals to block them;if water comes, we'll use earth to dam it. Right now, we are Elder Ma's 'pilot project.' As long as our 'data' is impressive enough and the 'value' we create is substantial, he will be our strongest backer. What you need to do now is make the 'standardization' signboard even more prominent, dazzling everyone's eyes!"

Su Ming nodded. Just as he was about to continue studying rune combinations, a vast, ancient aura suddenly emanated from the direction of the Cloud Hidden Sect's main peak. It spread out like ripples, sweeping across the thirty-six main peaks and seventy-two secondary peaks, ultimately covering the entire sect.

The aura was majestic yet carried no killing intent, as if an ancient slumbering deity had slowly opened its eyes.

"The Minor Heavenly Cycle Martial Display is about to begin." Lin Yu's phantom sat up straight, his expression turning somewhat more serious. "This sect-wide competition held once every ten years is a grand event to test the strength of the younger generation. It's also an important stage for each peak to flex their muscles and compete for resource allocation over the next decade."

Su Ming, the accountant, felt a stir in his heart, immediately grasping the implications.

"The Martial Display... will require massive formation support."

"Exactly!" Lin Yu snapped his fingers. "Especially Formation Peak. They are responsible for the main formation of the core martial arena and have to provide auxiliary formations for over a hundred sub-arenas. During this period, they'll be so busy they won't even touch the ground, and that's when... things are most likely to go wrong."

Before his words faded, a series of hurried footsteps sounded outside Bing Character Seven Courtyard.

A young man dressed in the attire of a Formation Peak core disciple, surrounded by a group of External Affairs Hall stewards, strode in with large steps. His face was cold and stern, his aura deep and steady—he was unmistakably a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, directly locking onto Su Ming in the courtyard. His voice was cold and rigid, devoid of any emotion.

"You are Su Ming?"

Su Ming took a step forward, neither subservient nor arrogant, and cupped his hands in greeting. "Disciple Su Ming greets Senior Brother."

The young cultivator waved a hand from his storage pouch. In an instant, a small mountain piled high with formation plates materialized on the empty ground in the courtyard—over five hundred pieces! The various formation plates had dim spiritual light, their surfaces covered in cracks and scorch marks, emitting the burnt smell of spiritual energy overload and the cold metallic scent.

He lifted his chin slightly and tossed a jade slip to Su Ming.

"The sect's Minor Heavenly Cycle Martial Display is imminent. All of Formation Peak is busy with the core grand formation. We have no time to repair these five hundred backup martial display formation plates." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He paused, a barely noticeable cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze swept over Manager Liu, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, his face full of schadenfreude.

"Formation Peak Elder Luo has heard that the newly established Repair Hall in the External Affairs Hall has exceptional efficiency. He specifically assigns this task to you."

"Deadline: five days. Five hundred pieces. They must all be completely repaired and delivered to the Martial Display Hall. If there is any delay, or if flaws appear in the formations during the martial display after repair, you will be held solely responsible!"

As these words fell, the entire courtyard fell into deathly silence.

Old Wang's abacus clattered to the ground. His eyes, accustomed to dealing with numbers, were filled with despair for the first time.

Five days, five hundred pieces!

That averaged one hundred repairs per day! Moreover, these formation plates were of various complex types, their damage far exceeding that of the previous illumination formations or Quiet Heart Formations. Among them were structurally complex combat formations like "Sharp Metal Formations" and "Thick Earth Formations"!

This was no longer a provocation. This was a blatant, inescapable death sentence!

"This... Senior Brother, this... this is impossible!" Old Li's lips trembled as he mustered the courage to speak.

The young cultivator snorted coldly. The pressure of his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation spread out like a tidal wave, pressing down on Old Li and the others, making their faces turn pale and their breathing hitch.

"Nothing is impossible! This is Elder Luo's command!"

Manager Liu chose this moment to step forward, a hypocritical smile on his face. He patted Su Ming's shoulder, but his tone was brimming with glee.

"Junior Brother Su, this is a tremendous opportunity! What a figure Elder Luo is—one of the presiding elders of Formation Peak! For him to take notice of your Repair Hall is your great fortune! Work hard, don't disappoint the good intentions of Elder Luo and Elder Ma!"

While his mouth spoke words of encouragement, his eyes looked at Su Ming as if he were a prisoner already sentenced to death.

The atmosphere in the courtyard froze to an icy point. The two youths, Zhao Tiezhu and Qian Xiaofan, were so frightened their faces were devoid of color, their bodies swaying unsteadily.

Yet Su Ming, at the center of the storm, remained exceptionally calm.

His gaze did not fall on the arrogant young cultivator, nor did it acknowledge the gloating Manager Liu. He simply looked quietly at the small mountain of formation plates before him, as if it were not a death warrant but a treasure mountain waiting to be mined.

Within his Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu's soul thought was already excitedly bouncing up and down, almost materializing into a physical form.

"Disciple, accept it! You must accept it! Let these locals witness the terror of 'industrialization'!"

"Five hundred pieces think they can crush us? He's delivering 'achievements' and 'prestige' to us on a silver platter! If we win this battle, your Repair Hall will be firmly established within the Cloud Hidden Sect!"

Su Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his heart.

He raised his head, meeting the gazes of everyone present—filled with shock, pity, or schadenfreude. To the young cultivator, he slowly and clearly said:

"The Repair Hall accepts this task."

As these words left his mouth, the entire assembly was stunned.

A flicker of surprise passed through the young cultivator's eyes, quickly replaced by deeper disdain. The smile on Manager Liu's face grew even brighter.

"Good! You have guts!" The young cultivator sneered. "I'll be waiting in five days to collect the goods, or... to collect you!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve and left.

Manager Liu offered a few more hypocritical words of encouragement, then left thoroughly satisfied, bringing along the crowd of stewards who had come to watch the spectacle. They were going back to brew a pot of good tea and slowly, leisurely watch how the Repair Hall would be crushed under this impossible task, eventually becoming the laughingstock of the entire External Affairs Hall.

As the crowd dispersed, Bing Character Seven Courtyard was left with only a deathly silence.

"It's over... it's all over now..." Old Wang slumped to the ground, utterly despondent.